#c: griffin

[katgallo]

Location: Griffin's place Status: Closed @griffinxgallo

Katerina woke up in the morning before the sun did, leaving the apartment of a man whose name she hadn't bothered to commit to memory. She was a few blocks from her brother and decided to pop in and see him. She brought with her coffee that she paid quarters for and cinnamon doughnuts in oil-stained brown bags. Not exactly fine dining. But Kat swore the hole-in-the-wall deli had the best coffee in New York. Plus, cut off from the Gallo fortune, she was on a budget.

She arrived at Griffin's building, throwing the bubblegum she’d been chewing on the ground outside the front door to the dismay of the doorman who sharply eyed it as if it were nuclear waste. Of course, Griffin's place was much nicer than her own. As Katerina rode the elevator up, an uneasy feeling turned in her stomach like a restless sleeper. She always felt this way before seeing her brother, who couldn't be more different than her. It was true that family was complicated.

At his penthouse door, Kat spent nearly an entire minute mindlessly fidgeting before finally knocking. When the door swung open, she flashed her brother a big toothpaste-ad smile. "Surprise!" she cut him off before he had a chance to question anything. "I wanted to check up on you. And I brought food and caffeine so really, how can you not be happy to see me?"

[evamovska]

closed  — @mcrciful

She let out a laugh — cold and dry; it was always so impossible to find any real humour beneath her laughter. It was almost never genuine, and in those rare moments when it was; to others, it would sound abnormal.

"Your cat isn't very bright, is it?" she eyed the small animal, that had managed to get a hold of one of Eva's earrings that must have dropped. "I'm pretty sure that's a chocking hazard." Perhaps the cat should've gone for her wallet instead. A smarter move. Eva might even be impressed. This, however, was tragic.

[clarabaudelaire]

Sometimes Clara pictured Griffin changing his name, taking his kids, and living a quiet, peaceful life. Truthfully, she didn't know if that kind of existence was meant for someone like him. But she envisioned it anyway. He deserved nothing less, in her mind. He took care of her. Of his family. Of the gang. Did he ever have time to take care of himself? "Okay," she confirmed, a subtle nod sending a lock of hair free from the braid swinging between her shoulder blades. "Talk to you then." She gave a timid wave - the small, awkward kind you would give an acquaintance - to the kids. As always, rigid in her interactions with them. Then, she turned and headed down the hallway. No hugs or love ya's were necessary with Griffin. The two had an unspoken understanding. Luckily for Clara, she didn't have to verbalize it.

"Of course Clara. I'm always careful, promise." He said with a light smile. Griffin might have been downright insane, delusional, and unhinged, but sometimes there was a heart in that frostbitten cage of a chest. Clara had always held a space in there ever since they were young. It started by beating up people on the playground for messing with her and ending the life of her biggest bully. She got out and was safe, he was envious of that but one one of them could have gotten that life. "Of course. Give me a few days and I'll call you." He said with a smile. "I'll make sure to get one. I'll be all yours."

[alec-flynn]

WHERE: the gallows. WHO: @tobegriffb​ & alec.

It was his last week of work before his indefinite hiatus and his quality of service had been paying the price all night. Alec had never been much of a routine kind of guy, but being stationary, trapped in stasis, he found that having something to look forward to when all he could really do was watch the clock tick away his time like a countdown to doomsday was the only thing getting him through most days. 

That had been his excuse, anyway. It’d started with just the realization that his pills quieted things down a little. Maybe more would leave him in silence. So he’d taken more. And it had worked the way he’d thought it would. For a few days, at least. And then when he’d crushed them up into fine powder, he decided he liked that high best of all. It hadn’t just released him from the pain in his arm, but from all of it. 

He jumped awake at the sensation of falling, realized he was out back of The Gallows with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, ass hanging off a turned over milk carton pressed up against the wall. Shit, he hadn’t been out that long, right? That welcoming nothing tried to beckon him back into the darkness once more, blinking his eyes long and slow until they nearly shut again, but he forced himself up, took one last, long drag off his cigarette and stabbed it out on the wall before tossing it into the dumpster.

As he passed by the bathroom on the way back to the bar, he considered slipping in for another quick line, but he was certain that would knock him on his ass for longer than he had time for, so with a little grief, he kept walking. He slipped behind the bar and tossed a rag over his shoulder, picking up glasses only to put them back down again in some half-assed attempt to look busy. Like he’d been here all night. Like he hadn’t just dozed off outside. 

And then, finally, he turned back to the bar to do a quick sweep of drinks and patrons only to find someone new had taken up a seat at the bar. Alec sniffed, swallowing down the drip in the back of his throat as his eyes settled on Griffin Baxley. “Griffin,” Alec greeted with a bright smile, smacking the rag down on the bar top in front of him. He was instantly on edge and he couldn’t explain why that was. Griffin just struck him as someone who saw too much and right now, Alec didn’t care to be seen. “What’s up, man? What’re you drinkin’?”

[bandtrees]

You're something special, you've got to know it's true! Could have been anything but right, you're you!

[coolattas]

thinking about lucretia adventurezone and grinding my teeth down to the gums because holy fuck dude. holy shit. she was impossibly, horribly young on the starblaster. three hops and a jump from being a fucking baby. the two-sunned planet is devoured by the hunger in the same year that she graduates from high school. she is easily the youngest of the birds, even considering the differing rates of aging amongst the rest of the crew. teenaged astrophysicist, wizard, author, artist, without ties solid enough back home to keep her from the starblaster's maiden voyage. she writes and rewrites every moment she can wring from her memories into enough notebooks that it's damn near arthritis-inducing to step within 50 feet of the stacks upon stacks of field notes, of detailed accounts and gentle, domestic benignity. she loves and she loses and it still can't ever prepare her for the next decade. a century dwarfs the time she spends alone running the bureau, but the sheer magnitude of her loss is incomparable. lucretia learns to live in the stolen century, learns to rely on others, learns to trust and care and laugh and build, create, sacrifice, indulge. she pries these things away from herself in the name of a greater good, to what she believes to be their only hope. she sees the agony they're in, and she inadvertently compounds that anguish when she tries to fix it. she is 18 and 118 when she feeds fisher her journals. she is 30 and 130 and 50 and 150 when taako holds a staff to her chest and counts down like it means anything to her anymore that she dies. maybe it's atonement, but even that sounds far too holy a word to describe it. her brother grips her life in his hands, and she thinks it's only fair that he is the one to soundly smother it at last. the lonely journal-keeper is so young and so impossibly old and she is so, so tired. her family will outlive her by centuries. she will be a fine powder, dust beneath the crust of the planet, long before she believes their forgiveness will ever be known. if that day comes at all. everything she has ever done is soured by a guilt so weighty that she spends every day trying to play damage control with the havoc she feels solely responsible for having wrought. she lives within the confines of dichotomy, of red and blue and good and bad, even when she knows she's lying through her teeth, because its easier to live with herself (it's not) when she justifies it, when everyone else lives and dies by the idea that she got it right. she spends 12 years alone, sitting in the thick of her own grief. she mourns men who are right in front of her face. she sees the way they have changed, so fundamentally, sees the ways her choices have ruined them. 12 years is such a long time to be alone. 12 fucking years. she ages 32 in the same span, shedding decades in wonderland in the blink of an eye, and she knows she's running out of time. she's willing to give up whatever she has left, without question. lucretia loves so fiercely and so unquestionably and still she believes herself to be irredeemably cruel when really she was just so scared, tethered to any sense of hope only by the idea that she was doing right by her family. in a position that no one should have to be in, a situation that virtually no one else could truly understand. she was so young and she suffered so, so much. more than any person should. she is flawed but she is not the monster she convinces herself she has become. lucretia adventurezone they could never make me hate you lets kiss on the mouth ok?

[evamovska]

The shrug caused for her arms to cross over her chest. Who was this guy, anyway? Light eyes traced over his frame almost absentmindedly; it was how her brain operated, the mechanics behind an action so overused in time, it's become a default setting. She was like a body scanner at the airport, minus the beeping; when the a threat was found, there was no warning of what would happen next.

"Some people are fools." tone flat, "I can say the same for your little cat trick. Is that how you engage in conversations with strangers on the street?"

Takes a quick scan. Just a casual sweep of all the points usual smoking habits manifest physically. Then he shrugs — still in a disgruntled manner, of course. Losing Butters out in the concrete wild never fails to give him a mini heart attack. And this time the little rat bastard went missing at the ass crack of dawn.

"Some people pay good money to make it less obvious." And while he's certainly the type to judge, it usually stays internal with folks he's not acquainted with. Usually.

[straightbaittournament]

may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut:

bellamy and clarke:

They start off as a rivals-to-lovers kind of arc, the actors are married and have a kid in addition to (allegedly) being friends with benefits in the early seasons They have multiple intense romantic moments even while they're with other people, the actors were told to play them romantically and have spoken up about it, and are now married, they once won a "sexiest moment" award despite it just being him pushing her hair back, they get married in the books, they constantly tell each other that they need each other, and call themselves "the head and the heart"

they get married in the books the actors were told to play them romantically for seven years, but in the final season, clarke KILLS bellamy because the showrunner hated his teen girl fanbase. they also had multiple almost-love confessions, and constantly said things like "i need you" and called themselves "the head and the heart"

"m/f pairs who have some kind of weird fucking thing going on that is never explicitly named platonic or romantic" "couples whose romance is teased but never confirmed as such" No matter how much the showrunner tries to deny it, it was quite obvious from the beginning that Clarke and Bellamy were supposed to end up together. But then Clexa happened, and the massive backlash to Lexa's death (understandable) pretty much killed any chance they could manifest that romance. I'm okay with that, because it allows Bellarke a complexity that most straight pairings don't have. But the chemistry, and the chemistry was strong - so strong that the actors got married!

They're canon in the books the show is based on, and their plot seemed like it would be a slow burn enemies to friends to lovers, but the producer actively made fun of fans for shipping it and ended the series with clarke killing bellamy.

janeway and chakotay:

Janeway is the Captain of a Starfleet ship lost so far from home it will take decades to reach. Chakotay is the Captain of a Maquis (rebel) ship also lost there. They decide to work together to get home and combine their crews when the Maquis ship is destroyed, and Chakotay becomes her second-in-command. Because of the seriousness of the situation, Janeway feels that she cannot afford the distraction of a romance and so they never get together. They have NO personal space and look longingly at each other quite often and one episode has them forced to abandon ship potentially forever and they live together in a little house and he builds her a bathtub because she complains about not having one and they share a romantically charged massage where he tells her a made up story about a warrior and the woman who inspired him which he openly admits is made up and actually about them. Also he holds her while she cries about their chance of going back to the ship being destroyed. In a different episode she “dies” and he cradled her body while weeping about it. They also have candlelit dinners regularly and she lent him a copy of the book her ex-fiancé gave her, and every time the show conspires to make one temporarily unaware of the other, they flirt hardcore. An episode designed to show how they wouldn’t work as a couple only makes more people ship them. Also a young version of Janeway meets older Chakotay via time travel and asks him if they’re together in the future despite her being engaged at that point. He declined to answer directly.

they have a lot of Tension thruout the series & a very deep relationship, but Janeway has someone waiting for her back home & Chakotay ends up in a romance plot with another person in the last season (that I personally felt came from out of nowhere but whatever) I rooted for them! I rooted for a str8 couple! I did not care that Janeway had someone waiting for her back home even tho I usually do! but I did not care! they deserved to fuck!

[belanor]

endless list of favorite characters - clarke griffin (the 100)

"You may be The Chancellor, but I'm in charge."

[b1lliesb1ues]

📸 Art Kane, 1958

‘I have no idea how they decided to stand where they did, and with whom, but they did. Slowly they formed themselves into a big group … and I saw they couldn’t have got themselves into a better position’ – Art Kane

[canadian-pug-cartel]

He’ll be seeing ya- but you won’t

[okmcintyre]

send me a character and I'll list:

favourite thing about them: Clarke's tenacity! Her first scene? She fights off two armed guards and LOCKS THEM IN HER CELL BEHIND HER. Then how she handles herself at the dropship ("You think we care who's in charge!?"). Her commitment to getting her people out of MW (despite every other leader before her failing to do so). Praimfaya. AFTER Praimfaya... When Clarke sets her mind on something, she's a force! 💥

least favourite thing about them: I hated seeing how much crap she put up with in S6 (and even some of the earlier seasons!) I wish she'd value herself enough to apply that tenacity to her own well-being 😅

favourite line: my answer always changes, but today it's this one from 512. It was refreshing to see Clarke own that 'Wanheda' part of herself after so many years. Loved that energy for her ⤵️

"What if I never see you again? No, not possible. How can you be sure? It's simple. You may be the Commander, but I'm the Commander of Death..."

brOTP: MURPHY! Their dynamic is sm fun!!

OTP: Bellarke. For sure 100% I'm always rooting for those two wonderful fools.

nOTP: I still think the Clarke x Gaia vibes felt really... off? I wasn't a fan. And Cillian definitely wasn't my fave either, but I guess he's actually not meant to be 😅

random headcanon: Eventually, earthkru has settled peacefully and trained a team of medics: so Clarke decides, after some convincing, to take up life as an artist.

(Though sometimes, when she can't sleep, Bellamy and Madi still find her helping patients in the med tent...)

unpopular opinion: she wasn't completely wrong with all her S5 decisions. Some of them, like shock-collaring her daughter? YES! But feeling obligated to get a 12 year old girl tf away from Wonkru and Blodrenia? Maybe not a bad call 🤷‍♀️ Her method was lousy, but her intentions not completely un-understandable.

...and her red hair was COOL! 🤣

song i associate with them: I'm gonna be predictable again bc ofc it's this one!

favourite picture of them: so many to choose from, but here's an adorable gif! ✨

[nervosims]

🦅 Griffin's Perch

Located at the very top of Gryps Hilago, this little patch of land remains untouched. Primarily out of respect and reverance for the Griffins, of course. Some sims are seen paying their respects; others are often here for the seemingly endless materials. It's rumoured the Griffins bring prosperity and protect the land, but that's all speculation.

[sofiaflcres]

"So why did she shoot you then if it wasn't that?" Her eyebrow arched in his direction, she knew whatever was to come next would either be a lie or dumb. "Explain to me why the fuck you would pull some dumb shit then, Griffin? Did you hear the words that came out of your mouth? You said it yourself she is one of the most unhinged and deadly fuckers in the gang so why would you push her buttons. Why would you try and fuck with any of them?" She couldn't help but feel frustrated whenever he was around or the topic of conversation. He just never seemed to have a working brain cell in that big old head of his. "Do not call me baby. You are the baby. I am not and will never be your baby."

Griffin rolled his eyes, "Literally everyone would have reacted the same fucking way. Everyone just has their panties in a twist because it was me who did it. Guess what, I don't fucking care." He knew he shouldn't have gone that far off the handle, "Anyway, that's why she pulled the gun, not why she shot me." He threatened Daisy to make a point not to bring his daughter into this mess, the current issue of the city, or their feud. "And don't make her out to seem like some weak tiny girl. She is one of the most unhinged, deadly fuckers in that gang." They were always at each other's throats. She wanted to prove a point as well, to fear her. "I actually told her that same logic, oh well." He shrugged. At her final words, he put a fake pout on his face. "Awe, baby don't say that. You don't mean it. You just like being mean to me."

[exlimix1a]

drew my friend @sylviesparks' character in a magma with him C:

[baconmayoman]

Made this for a friend and cuz it was hilarious to think of